Page 89 of Educating Arrogant Mr. Hunter

“What time were you thinking we’ll meet there?” Grayson asked.

I undid the button of his jeans and slowly pulled down the zipper. I had to stop the groan of appreciation that bubbled up when his cock sprang free. Commando. I approved. I slid to the floor, my knees in between his legs, and licked the head of his dick.

“What was that, Gray? You cut out for a second.” Beckett’s voice sounded strained. Good.

“What time?” Grayson sounded annoyed. I wanted to laugh. If he knew what was happening on the other end of the phone, he’d have hung up by now.

“Oh, um… why don’t we meet at 2:00,” Beckett muttered.

He lifted his ass when I hooked my fingers into the waistband of his pants and tugged them down to his knees. With my eyes on him, I pressed my palms to his thighs and leaned over to lick him from root to tip. His eyes shut, and he released a harsh breath.

“2:00 works for us. Did you want to talk to Zoey before we hang up?”

“No, I’m good. We’ll see you both later. Bye.” He jabbed his finger at the screen a few times before he actually hit ‘end call.’

“Fuck, Wren,” he grunted, one of his hands sinking into my hair. His fingers alternated between tugging at the strands and massaging my scalp. Not knowing which one it would be shot a tingle of desire directly to my core.

I moved my hand to cup his sac, rolling it and tugging on it as I drew his length into my mouth and sucked. His hooded eyes followed my movement as I slid my lips up and down his cock, working him deeper each time.

The hand not grabbing my hair, had a death grip on the red chenille blanket at his side, his knuckles white. “Your mouth feels so damn good,” he groaned.

I lifted my head and licked his dick like it was my favorite ice cream flavor, melting in the heat and dripping down the side of the cone. His breathing grew harsh the faster I lapped at him, and I was rewarded with a drop of precum on the tip. I swirled my tongue around it, pulling the liquid into my mouth and sliding my lips down his shaft again.

Beckett shuddered under my touch. A jolt of possession swept through me. He was mine. My pussy grew heavy and needy, seeing how completely he let go with me.

His eyes snapped open, and he pulled away from my mouth.

“What are you doing?” I reached for him again. I wasn’t done.

He stood up so fast I had to lean back so he didn’t step on me. He pulled me up from the floor. Before I could say anything, he picked me up to kneel on the couch, shoved my head down, and ripped off my panties.

“That was fucking hot, Beckett,” I groaned. I stuck my ass in the air, wiggling it at him, wanting everything about to come next.

“I need your pussy clenching around my cock,” he growled. His fingers dug into my hips, and he jerked me back, impaling me on his steel-hard dick. “Shit, a condom.”

“This is fine,” I said, not caring. We still had protection with my IUD, and I trusted him.

My breathing picked up as he rocked into me harder, and faster than ever before. Between his dirty words and punishing thrusts, my body was already spiraling out of control. With each slap of his balls against my clit, he drove me higher. I moaned and slipped my hand over my pussy, rubbing my clit for even more friction. My body quivered, and I gave up trying to hold myself up with one arm.

He panted, and one hand squeezed the globe of my ass. My sex throbbed in time with his thrusts. Beckett hadn’t been the only one turned on by me having him in my mouth.

“Mmhmm,” I whimpered. My face shoved into the couch cushion, my hips eagerly driving back to take more of his dick. He hit just the right spot to make my vision blur. My neck arched as my muscles spasmed around his cock. This wasn’t going to take long. I was so close.

“Come for me,” he commanded. “Your pussy’s strangling my cock, and I can’t hold off any longer.”

Wetness gushed out of me and dripped down my thighs. Fuck yes. This man broke me apart and put me back together. I couldn’t catch my breath as the pleasure grew too intense. I cried out. My core contracted violently around him, milking his cock, demanding he come with me.

“Good girl,” he growled, then wrapped my hair around his fist and jerked my head back. I shuddered and sighed as he kissed his way up my spine and nipped at my shoulder. With each thrust, my orgasm continued to squeeze my inner muscles, making me tremble. I couldn’t stop my jelly-like legs from shaking and was too spent to move. I collapsed, sinking even further into the couch.

He came with a roar I was pretty sure the neighbors heard. His dick pumped out cum like it would never stop, and the flutters of another orgasm started within me.

“Fuck,” I groaned, my body still sensitive from the last one. “I think you should have told me you had a magic cock.” My body, too tired to move, shook, and my pussy clenched tighter around him as another orgasm rippled through my core. I’d never had two orgasms in a row.

He groaned and placed a kiss on the center of my back. His grip eased from my hip as he softened inside me. “You okay, babe?”

I murmured an affirmative, not even knowing if it sounded like English.

He lifted me into his arms, and I didn’t care where he took me. My body was spent and thoroughly satisfied.

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